Winter Gloves
French or English? Winter Gloves spoke only 'Party' during their mid-afternoon Island stage soiree. With keys and synth abounding they started the dance party with their opening number - Factories - and didn't look back from there. The mustached drummer did his best to get people moving, and yes, his best was good enough. Once I'd noted the xylophone and electronic drum pad I thought I could leave, since I'd figured out their modus operandi, but just couldn't tear myself away as I was having too much fun.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Hillside '09 Sunday (Gentleman Reg, Winter Gloves, More!)
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Polaris Shortlist Reaction
In keeping with my polaris coverage - I'll give you my initial reaction and fire it off without much thought.
Well I went 6 for 10 which is barely a passing grade of D. Somewhat disappointed in neither of my buzzed darkhorses, Coeur de Pirate and Timber Timbre, making the short list. Guess that means my overall prediction of TT is absolutely wrong!
Of the four new ones, Metric is okay but pretty boring really. K'naan deserves it and is doing something unique at least - probably my fave of these four. Granted the only short list album I haven't heard (or at least haven't listened to) is Fucked Up - so I guess I'll have to check it out. Malajube was alright - perhaps I didn't get into it because it is french (so I can't sing along as easy) and perhaps it made the short list because it is french (and they wanted to diversify)?
I can see why the Arkells didn't make it - their album is solid but not too different and really it is their live show that makes it. On that note, I'm pleased to see that Elliott Brood slipped in! Also somewhat understandable that Wolf Parade didn't make it since this album didn't even surpass their own debut.
Gotta say I'd be underwhelmed if any of Joel, Metric, GLS won.
Having to make a new prediction of my winner I will root for Hey Rosetta! and say K'naan also deserves it (and make a point of sitting down with the Fucked Up album).
Short list follows the jump!
1. Elliott Brood - Mountain Meadows
2. F*cked Up - Chemistry of Common Life
3. Great Lake Swimmers - Lost Channels
4. Hey Rosetta! - Into Your Lungs
5. K'naan - Troubador
6. Malajube - Labrinths
7. Metric - Fantasies
8. Joel Plaskett - Three
9. Chad Vangaalen - Soft Airplane
10. Patrick Watson - Wooden Arms
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Hillside from the Inside - 2009
The day started with a traditional welcoming ceremony that consisted of two aboriginal ladies telling us how a tribe would welcome foreign visitors with a song and then proceeding to sing the song while playing small hand drum instruments.
Immediately following this was a band formed in Guelph, made up of four 'Shwa/Whitby boys - the D'urbervilles. They played an energetic set - especially the frontman who seemed to dance/convulse all over the stage. It was altogether too brief as they were forced off the stage after only five or six songs - which included Spin the Bottle, but sadly was too short for Dragnet or Hot Tips.
The reason I focus on the brevity of this set is that the next followed on the main stage, but not for another ten minutes. I thought the point of two stages was seamless transitions for maximum music.
Tony Dekker and the Great Lake Swimmers took the stage eventually and played a handful of new songs interspersed between old favourites. It was these that struck me as standouts - especially Bodies and Mind's Various Stages, and Ongiara's Your Rocky Spine and from the self-titled Moving Pictures, Silent Films. They were as good as ever but it is tough for a band that demands quiet attention to be at their best when in a giant arena full of teenagers who'd just begun to get warmed up with the D'urbervilles. Attention waned and the band ended before their allotted time and were asked to return for another song to fill the gap.
Another Guelph band arrived on the Island stage - The Magic - fronted by the Barmitzah Brother himself, Geordie, decked out in a huge white boa, tight pants and shades. He crooned and squealed into the mic while his backing female vocalist accompanied him, and the guitar-player from the D'urbervilles played in front of the drummer. Door-to-Door was decent but I realized how repetitive the lyrics get, and it was a bit early in the day for the hint of electro that was involved. So I wasn't too disappointed that I had to bow out at this point to begin my first volunteering shift.
From the info booth in the middle of the concourse I had a decent view of the massive crowd that was assembled for K'naan - the buzz band of the day, probably due to the onslaught of press he's been getting before the drop of his new album. I'd say he lived up to the billing - playing a bunch of tracks from his former release that included In the Beginning and Soobax, as well as the new single ABC's. I found that this track lacked only slightly due to the absence of Chub Rock, though K'naan did have another rapper along with him. There was also an interesting full rendition of Coldplay's Viva la Vida. A spoken word element of the set was interesting as he preached a bit about love, have the crowd shout out the word "love" on his command whenever it would fall into his talk. Overall the dusty foot philospher didn't disappoint.
Jay Malinowski (singer of Bedouin) played on the mainstage next, apparently accompanied by Rich Terfry aka Buck 65. The details are sketchy for me since I my vantage point from the info booth wasn't the greatest, and in part since it was just the two of them on acoustic guitars or conga drums, playing unreleased music.
The Bell Orchestre uniquely placed the drumset to the side of the stage rather than the back and surrounded it with a varied assortment of instruments that they used to build up their intricate compositions. It was neat to see how things would come together, and Throw It On a Fire was awesome. Perhaps it is just me (and my lack of instrument-playing abilities) but without lyrics a set can become tiring, and during this hour-long one I snuck away to grab some lunch provided for the volunteers (and some amazing Salsateria nachos!)
Re-energized and ready to go just in time for the dancestorm that is Thunderheist. Having seen what they could do at the island stage of hillside outside last summer I was ready for an onslaught of high-energy dance tunes and I got what I came for. Isis was having the time of her life, running around the stage belting out lyrics in between high-fiving fans and telling everyone things that she "hearts so hard." There were even two female backup-dancers that came out and did just that for a couple songs. The half-hour set was jammed full. Even the DJ, Graham, got up and danced for a bit, and later went out for a bodysurf. Right on schedule, Jerk It, closed the set and for it Isis helped a handful of fans onto stage to dance while security ran out to keep things under control but were decent enough to allow it to continue. A full-fledged dance party complete with confetti and flailing limbs ensued. Fun.
Bedouin Soundclash had to follow that up, but left a solid time-gap for things to cool down first before bursting into Until We Burn. Having the mainstage and the hour set that comes along with it they played through all the hits and more. Walls Fall Down was there along with St. Andrews. 12:59 Lullaby saw just Jay and his guitar give it a new treatment. When the Night Feels My Song (the song-title that the awful emcee had butchered during their intro) was the standout track of the set for me (maybe because I skipped out of my shift for a few minutes to watch it from the floor). Overall though, I was slightly disappointed that Jay often trailed off from singing the vocals which are the unique part which make the band. I did find the two-piece brass section enjoyable though.
That 1 Guy once again brought his 1 instrument for a Hillside spectacle. It was this year's answer to last year's Xavier Rudd performance. I won't get into it here as it is impossible to explain in words and I'm sure others have made a more full-fledged attempt in the past than I'm willing to hazard. My general sentiment was that the sound was mostly a novelty because of how it was made and not because it was particularly good music, barring the exception of the unfortunately titled Butt Machine which I thought was a catchy song.
Canada's bearded rocking wonder, Sam Roberts, the first of the co-headliners was up next. (Also the first band all day to begin noticeably late but he played beyond his timeslot so all is forgiven) I had to watch the start of the set from the concourse but it was obvious that Sam was excited to be there and we were in for one of Sam's notorious high-energy sets. Being distracted by all the requests for beer mugs I was getting at the Info Booth, the first half of the set list is a bit sketchy but they played mostly cuts from the recent, excellent record Love at the End of the World plus a bunch of throwbacks to better-known tracks from the Chemical City and a couple (maybe not as many as I would have liked) from his smash breakout, We Were Born In a Flame. When I was finally able to get on the floor to see him up-close I was rocking out just as were the boys of the band, as they produced hit after hit. Glancing at the clock I correctly predicted Brother Down assuming it would be the final song of the night from them, and it was definitely good enough to be, but instead of finishing on that high note they proceeded to play what seemed like a fifteen minute self-indulgent prog rock track from Chemical City that caused my enthusiasm to wane as my concentration wandered. It actually took away from my enjoyment of the set, just as it had the last time I'd seen Sam Roberts, though that was understandably during the Chemical City tour. Honestly the light show was the best of the day and the guitar work was impressive in its own right.
A brief break ensued as Stars set up their trademark rose-covered set (which according to insider information nearly didn't happen due to a lack of available roses because of the proximity to Valentine's Day). The final act of the day played a wonderfully dramatic set, full of emotion as it was their final show after nearly 16 months of straight touring since the release of Up in Our Bedroom After the War. (Apparently they are taking a break now to work on the next record, as well as side projects. So look for some Memphis (Torq), Amy Millan, and Dead Child Stars (Torq again) music in the coming year or so). I'm sure I've written about their shows before and with their extensive catalog it is hard to get into set list (Reunion, Going Going Gone and many Bedroom cuts; The Night Starts Here, Take Me to the Riot, Bitches in Tokyo, Genova Heights) and then gripe about songs that weren't played, since it takes away from the show (however Calendar Girl was a notable omission, probably due to the lack of a violinist and the new 14 Forever from the recently released Sad Robots EP which I was excited to hear played live wasn't played either.) However the fan-favourite Ageless Beauty was beautiful (and ageless.. is that too far?) As always Torq and Amy really played it up dramatically, especially on the phenomenal Elevator Love Letter, and the equally exquisite Your Ex-Lover is Dead but that is part of the romance that is a Stars show. Though perhaps it isn't as much of a 'show' just for the audience as I first believed, since after the set I wandered backstage and nearly got caught in the miriad of tour-ending, truly expressive hugs between most of the band and their crew, marking the end of their 16-month journey.
Another successful Hillside that blew away some February blahs while at the same time built up more anticipation for the summer edition.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Great Ohbijou Fantasy
The River Run Centre is a gorgeous theatre designed to hold approximately 785 spectators for plays and theatrical productions. Last night it stood as the setting for a three-band concert of indie proportions.
Ohbijou took the stage as a 7-piece that played easily twice as many instruments. Fronted by two petite sisters with surprisingly strong and lovely voices, the group played through a lush mix of light indie music. It was very well done though slightly sleepy at times.
A brief intermission didn't even allow us to leave our seats before a drumset, banjo, upright-bass, acoustic guitar and keyboard were taken up by the Great Lake Swimmers. The lead vocalist had a most interesting and excellent voice, which was nicely accented by the female keyboardist's backing. The upright bass player looked pretty mean with his full beard and tats but knew how to play. The drummer played a myriad of interesting ways and instruments, such as a washboard. The frontman also had a wonderful strum-plucking style that really did it for me on Ongaria greats like There Is A Light and Your Rocky Spine. Other songs included Moving Pictures, Silent Films and Changing Colours, though I would have liked to have heard the female take the lead on Imaginary Bars which was not on the set list. The set was absolutely lovely and could easily have been followed up by an encore - but despite the efforts to start a standing ovation I'm sure a lot of people were anxiously awaiting the main event. The one-man violining genious. Final Fantasy.
Owen was just about to start up his looping extravaganza. He came on humbly dressed in a t-shirt and pants and without much lead-up launched into his tunes. The set seemed somewhat ad-libbed. With Owen doing whatever grabbed him, including two covers of a man who he says he is planning on doing a full album of. The two-songs had funny and interesting lyrics but were solely piano-based and are definitely a departure from He Poos Clouds. The second song of the set had me grinning the entire time at just how phenomenal it was. It was a rendition of the title track from the inaugural Polaris Prize winning album and it was admittedly a tough play for Owen, in fact partway through he paused momentarily and mentioned how difficult it was to play, but this just made my grin grow wider as I was simply amazed. A total highlight. A few other highlights were This Lamb Sells Condos, Many Lives for 49 MP and the CN Tower Belongs to the Dead. Once again words cannot describe all of the ways that Owen produces noise from his violin, nor the visual display that Stephanie puts on with the overhead projector. It was another incredible set, capped off with a two-song encore including Song Song Song, that had Owen beating up his violin a couple times more before the end of the night. This simple word was uttered more than a few times last evening; "Wow."